The time difference is no longer working in our favour and our four-hour ahead bodies aren’t able to get up in time for breakfast. We head downstairs though and ask if we might be able to get a coffee or something in the lounge and we’re promptly presented with a tray full of treats. I have a tea, Scott a coffee, and there are muffins, yogurts and fresh fruit for us to feast on until Jan and Al arrive to pick us up.
On the way back to The House we get a run down of the dogs that we’ll meet to prepare us; there is Shamrock (or Sham) who is Al’s two-year old husky, Picco who is Summer’s chiwawa, Bee who is Summer’s lab cross and Cash who is another cross bread but is only being looked after by Al, Jan and Summer. I’m not really a doggy person, but we’ll have to see how it goes!
We stop off in Wolfville for us to pull some cash out, as I only have 5 Canadian Dollars left from my last visit in 1993, and to get some booze.
This weekend we are going to Evolve music festival and although the do serve beer on site (from a single bar!) most people bring their own. Scott and I opt for a selection of Canadian beers and Jan and Al get some wine and spirits.
We drop by Mitch's place to pick up something called "Washers / Washer Toss" and then take the dogs to the beach for an hour.
Back at the house we all grab a beer and Jan introduces us to Washers which he describes as a hillbilly version of Horseshoes. Two open square boxes are placed around 4m apart and within each box is a short piece of plastic guttering creating a hole in the middle. You have three washers that you have to toss from one end to the other. If you land in the pipe you get three points, two if you're in the box and one if you're less than a foot away outside the box. It's a good game and we sink a few beers whilst we try and develop some kind of technique and understanding of the rules.
Back at the house we get our first taste of Canadian micro-brew and get to know Summer, the dogs and the house. The house is amazing with the door always open and people coming and going. We meet the neighbours and members of the softball team that Jan and Al play on. Everyone is really friendly and it’s great to relax and chat. The Canning Softball Team have a match tonight and so we have dinner early. In the large garden Jan and Al grow loads of veg, as well as having chickens (some to lay, so to…. eat) and turkeys (some…I mean all, to eat) and tonight we’re going to have all vegetables from the garden to go with some steak that Jan is barbecuing on the grill outside. It is really tasty meat and we later find out that it comes from the farm of one of Al’s mates, Lee, whose family farm is all free range goodness. The veggies from the garden are also delicious and we have carrots, potatoes, greens and beetroot. Still in the garden though is corn, parsnips, lettuce, squash, courgettes and more that it currently unidentifiable to my eye.
We get to the Canning softball pitch and the boys limber up for their game. We take photos and manage to work out most of the rules too! The one we need to ask fellow supporters is how it is decided to change batting teams (3 outs, or 5 runs apparently) and why the umpire keeps saying “time” (to show when play has ended and players can no longer run between bases). It turns into an easy win for the Canning boys and we head home for a few celebratory beers before bed.
On the way back to The House we get a run down of the dogs that we’ll meet to prepare us; there is Shamrock (or Sham) who is Al’s two-year old husky, Picco who is Summer’s chiwawa, Bee who is Summer’s lab cross and Cash who is another cross bread but is only being looked after by Al, Jan and Summer. I’m not really a doggy person, but we’ll have to see how it goes!
We stop off in Wolfville for us to pull some cash out, as I only have 5 Canadian Dollars left from my last visit in 1993, and to get some booze.
This weekend we are going to Evolve music festival and although the do serve beer on site (from a single bar!) most people bring their own. Scott and I opt for a selection of Canadian beers and Jan and Al get some wine and spirits.
We drop by Mitch's place to pick up something called "Washers / Washer Toss" and then take the dogs to the beach for an hour.
Back at the house we all grab a beer and Jan introduces us to Washers which he describes as a hillbilly version of Horseshoes. Two open square boxes are placed around 4m apart and within each box is a short piece of plastic guttering creating a hole in the middle. You have three washers that you have to toss from one end to the other. If you land in the pipe you get three points, two if you're in the box and one if you're less than a foot away outside the box. It's a good game and we sink a few beers whilst we try and develop some kind of technique and understanding of the rules.
Back at the house we get our first taste of Canadian micro-brew and get to know Summer, the dogs and the house. The house is amazing with the door always open and people coming and going. We meet the neighbours and members of the softball team that Jan and Al play on. Everyone is really friendly and it’s great to relax and chat. The Canning Softball Team have a match tonight and so we have dinner early. In the large garden Jan and Al grow loads of veg, as well as having chickens (some to lay, so to…. eat) and turkeys (some…I mean all, to eat) and tonight we’re going to have all vegetables from the garden to go with some steak that Jan is barbecuing on the grill outside. It is really tasty meat and we later find out that it comes from the farm of one of Al’s mates, Lee, whose family farm is all free range goodness. The veggies from the garden are also delicious and we have carrots, potatoes, greens and beetroot. Still in the garden though is corn, parsnips, lettuce, squash, courgettes and more that it currently unidentifiable to my eye.
We get to the Canning softball pitch and the boys limber up for their game. We take photos and manage to work out most of the rules too! The one we need to ask fellow supporters is how it is decided to change batting teams (3 outs, or 5 runs apparently) and why the umpire keeps saying “time” (to show when play has ended and players can no longer run between bases). It turns into an easy win for the Canning boys and we head home for a few celebratory beers before bed.
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